10.16.07

this past saturday i drove to lewiston with emily to see gogol bordello at bates. it's been more than a year since i've had that kind of release; the wolf parade show with niki and eli last may is the closest i can remember.

dancing and jumping and skanking and flailing. skipping and stomping and hopping and shaking. pumping fists, screaming lyrics, sweating profusely. picking fights with drunken misplaced bates frat boys. the repeated trips to the single blessed water fountain. dancing expansively with emily in the gaping space between the crowd and the back bleachers. a confused american sense of eastern european pride. an encore that was as long as the show itself. eugene hütz's body rangy and inflammatory like iggy pop's.

a two hour inferno. three days and two workouts later i'm just now able to walk normally. like the ache after sex, i want the burning in my muscles to endure, prolonging the immediacy of the experience.